A strange old man playing the piano appeared on the top of the bamboo sea. As his fingers moved, the extremely penetrating sound of the piano filled the air, shocking everyone above the colorful phoenix in the sky, especially those disciples with lower cultivation levels.
They couldn't bear it, even if they covered their ears with their hands, the sound penetrated through the cracks like silk, and traveled inward uncontrollably, as if it could reach straight to the organs, causing them excruciating pain.?
One disciple couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled back and forth in the cabin as if he was drunk, and shouted in pain: "Stop, stop playing..."
A strong person who is above the level of Fusion Soul can withstand it, but his mind is a little disturbed, and the expression on his face becomes solemn, and he looks down from a high position.
Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come. It is estimated that this old guy is waiting here just to bring bad luck to them. Thinking of this, Zhou Xuelian's beautiful face became more and more frosty, and she said coldly: "The following
Who is it and what do you want with ulterior motives?"
The old man's fingers stopped, and the sound of the piano also stopped. His wrinkled face raised his gaze and glanced down. When he opened his mouth, there was an unpleasant sound like steel friction, which was simply abusing other people's ears, "I have heard for a long time in Fengming Valley
The leader is still a beauty at a young age, and when I see you today, she is indeed extraordinary. I have always admired her, and I am waiting here specifically to ask you to move over to discuss important matters."
Although there is a word "please", there is no doubt in the words, that is, the other party must agree, otherwise don't blame me for being rude.
With this episode, the colorful phoenix was suspended in the air, its huge wings no longer flapping. Zhou Xuelian frowned, and murderous intent appeared in her bright eyes. As the head of Fengming Valley, he has condensed a powerful spirit in his position over the past few years.
Qi Qian, said gloomily: "I don't care who you are, you'd better be more clear-minded. Each side of the road faces the sky. Let's enter the water without violating the river. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
The leader's unusual momentum made a group of Fengming Valley members secretly cheer, thinking that Zhou Xuelian is really cool. Several years have passed, this beautiful girl has already experienced the incomprehension of her disciples, and now as a young member of the sect
The number one master among people has become an idol admired by everyone.
When she said these words, Zhou Xuelian was quite confident. Who was she? The leader of Fengming Valley. He was already very powerful. There were several strong men on both sides to protect him. I was afraid of where you would come from.
The old man below laughed strangely, "You have such a crazy tone, I must tell you the truth. I am Zhao Yanchang, the ghost in the piano, one of the elders of the Demon Sect. You must follow me, otherwise everyone else will die here."
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As soon as he finished speaking, eight more figures emerged from the sea of bamboo. They were all old guys in their seventies, six men and two women. However, their cultivation was so agile that they seemed to be in the realm of strong men. They were flying with ice blades under their feet.
It appeared in the sky like a hurricane, blocking the path of the colorful phoenix.
A group of old guys were holding swords and other weapons in their hands, and their eyes were flashing fiercely, looking at them like wild beasts. Even though they were facing people from Fengming Valley, one of the seven major sects, there was still a master among them.
They didn't have the slightest scruples and followed the pace as if it was inevitable.
No wonder the old man was so arrogant. He turned out to be an elder from the Demon Sect, and he brought a group of strong men to specifically target them, which frightened the people on Colorful Phoenix. Especially the young disciples had long heard that the Demon Sect members were extremely vicious.
Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I feel quite panicked.
Even Qiu Yu's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that the Demon Sect would move so quickly and intercept the people from Fengming Valley. Moreover, there were eight strong men in front of them. A fierce battle was inevitable. Subconsciously, he glanced at Zhou
Xuelian, let’s see how Xiao Nizi reacts.
After all, she is the leader of the sect. Even though Zhou Xuelian was shocked, her pretty face showed a calm expression, without any fear. She raised her slender hand, and the sword slung behind her back suddenly unsheathed, and a dazzling light appeared.
On his slender hand, he pointed at the people opposite.
The Demon Sect and the seven major sects have deep grudges and hate each other. As a once valued disciple of the Yunlan Palace, Zhou Xuelian has been instilled with the belief that it is her duty to destroy the Demon Sect since she was a child. Now she is even more jealous when she sees her enemies and screams sternly.
Said: "Then let's fight to the death."
The girl jumped up without any hesitation, the sword suddenly thrust out, the light surged, arc-shaped cold light crisscrossed towards the old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks at the front, her attack was quite ruthless, which was quite different from her beautiful appearance.
, I really didn’t embarrass Fengming Valley.
This time, five strong men came to Yuan Keshan with Zhou Xuelian to perform their guard duties. Naturally, they were not weak in strength. They had been paying close attention to them. At the moment when the master started to attack, they also flew up, showed their weapons and joined the battle.
, the air was filled with sharp edges of various colors.
The war began immediately. The strong men of the Demon Sect were desperate to capture the leader of Fengming Valley, and they also fought back like a swarm. The martial arts they used were vicious and vicious, and the two sides fell into a fierce battle.
Nowadays, the battle between the strong men is extremely fierce, and many Yunlan Palace disciples above the Colorful Phoenix cannot reach such a state. After all, as a cultivator, Rong Po has to face a gap. It is really two heavens of ice and fire. After breaking through and advancing, his skills will be stronger.
If you grow exponentially, you will not be qualified to compete with the strong.
As a result, even though they were extremely anxious, they had no use for it. After all, the strong could fly with weapons, which was the basis of the current battle. They came and went like ghosts, and a group of people couldn't fight against them.
However, there are exceptions, that is, a young man wearing a grimace mask, whose eyes turned blood red due to hatred, let out a shrill scream, and flew out with his tall figure.
There was a long sword under the grimace man's feet, carrying him forward quickly, as if he was in the state of fusion, and a green light came out of the Na ring worn on his finger, and a very majestic weapon appeared, and it was impressive.
A unique broadsword, the blade flashes with cold light, and when swallowed, a lifelike green dragon hovers, with the aura of killing all living beings.
Ah, isn't this the Divine Dragon Slash that I once owned? Qiu Yu was extremely surprised, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and almost screamed. Then his eyes were fixed on the toned figure of the grim-faced man, and he thought of something, could it be this pretense?
Is the mysterious guy Ling Xiao, who was originally called the proud son of Fengming Valley?
Long-lasting memories came to mind again, thinking that Fengming Valley was full of talents, and the most famous ones were two young talents, namely Zhou Xuelian, the most outstanding disciple of Yunlan Palace, and Ling Xiao, who was known as the proud son of heaven in the valley.
, and the latter is even more widely known, and can be regarded as the undisputed idol in the minds of countless disciples, and is regarded as the future of the sect.